Des-sensitized

There's no escape. The back door I saw before isn't there anymore. When I was little I couldn't see blood without getting nauseated and vomiting.  I remember the first time I saw an animal on the side of the freeway, driving with my mother to a dentist appointment in Silverdale ...It had been, before being... Continue Reading →

Masks Off

Uprooting the weed of self loathing.

My Dad

Mirage by Geoffrey Holdsworth 1940 A man in an open shirt sat gazing out to sea; A young man, a hale man, and I wished that I were he and that the things I loved were as they used to be. What did he see as he sat there? Some woman's shining hair, or the... Continue Reading →

My Mother

Sitting in the passenger seat at 8 years old, as my mom drove down the road, I was staring at my reflection in the car window. Self critical even when so little "I hate the shape of my eyes" I criticized. And my mom turned her head and smiled wide. I always thought her smile... Continue Reading →

Snowball

SNOWBALL by Emma Bush 2015 Once I was nothing more than a drop of rain
, up high in the sky
, yet to feel the pain of change... just a drop dripping and falling down towards that impressive ground, down below
, where I watched all the other raindrops go. Perhaps I don’t know as much as... Continue Reading →

Lost Fish

I was never good at speaking
, it was always a frustrating
thing to me. Uncle Louie described me as standoffish, but I was just a lost fish, scared of other in the sea. I observed the others. I looked up to my brother and I thank God for my father and mother
, I felt like we... Continue Reading →

Black Sheep

Look at that one black sheep! She looks so scared – Like she wants to run… That blacks sheep, she’s trying to fit in, but she sticks out like a sore thumb. Everyone seems to speak the
 same language but for her! She’s feeling deaf and dumb. Poor 'lil black sheep, so confused! Not quite sure... Continue Reading →

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